*Johnny*
I spied her walking with beta Lautius, and it took every ounce of self-control I possessed not to gallop over, scoop an arm around her waist, lift her onto the saddle, and race away. The gossips would love that.
I have the errant thought that I would as well. I would set her precariously between my spread thighs and the pommel. She would wrap her arms around my waist or neck to ensure she didn’t topple. Then she would offer that gorgeous mouth of hers for the taking.
But I’m not one to lose my head over a she-wolf, to lose my head at all. I always remain in control of my emotions and my actions. Therefore, I tighten my fingers on the reins and urge my horse to casually trot over to her. I bring my mount to a halt, slide from the saddle, and sweep my hat from my head. “Good afte
